Lyrics to ‘The After’
1. After Me
I believe you, and you alone. Though I’m not sure where time has gone, I know that it’s close. As the best man gives his toast, I feel you look at me from across the room through champagne and a laughing groom; her mother knows why, but she doesn’t cry till it’s done. So, quietly, from my empty seat, I get up so that I can meet the one who proposed—the one that you chose after me. So many things that I’d like to ask—like, “Tell the truth, do you make her laugh?” but I know my place as he takes your waist with his hand.
[Pre-Chorus] We mistook it perfectly. We shot cheap when we disagreed. So, I’m holding on till I can see my better half’s with a better me.
[Chorus] If only…I never wanted to end that way. I picked up and left when I should have stayed—no chance to clean up the mess I made. Now, I watch as you carefully say, “I do.”
Broken never knew a father’s love. I guess that’s why he never liked me much, but sometimes you’d weep, and he’d watch you keep in my arms. Now, you cry on another chest—tears of joy for the audience. I watch from afar, a piece of my scar still in you.
You’ve never looked more beautiful than on this very day.
I believe you, and you alone. Though I’m not sure where time has gone, I know that it’s close.
2. Work of Angels
She’s invincible, but she could cry a million tears just to her favorite song or movie. Yeah, she could cry a thousand years. She’s a miracle, but not the kind that you would notice first; breaking every preconception—so beautiful it makes me hurt.
[Chorus] She spends her days embracing waves to comfort them in sacred ways. Her warmth will spread like words unsaid. She’s been radiating love since birth. She’s the work of angels here on earth.
She’s a family girl—older brother that would kill for her. (She’s) got a mother that can drive her crazy, but loves her back with every nerve. Her chest is aching now; she’s carrying a heart too big for the little ones who lost their daddy and wonder where Heaven is.
Oh, she’s got a bed in the clouds; and, just to help her condition, she keeps her head up and vows like a prayer with mission. She’s got her makers proud, but she can’t back down.
3. Talk Dirty
Spare me, and save me from what I can’t see. You whisper in the phone, softly, you say you wish that I was there right now.
[Pre-Chorus] And, you, you’re making it hard for me. You, you’re making it hard to breathe.
[Chorus] So, call me up then, Honey. Talk dirty for the money, and we’ll make it all good today, cause I know what to say to make you go crazy. Call me up then, Lover. Talk dirty to another. Baby, you give me the chills, cause, Honey, you got the skills to make me go crazy.
[Post-Chorus] And, you, you’re making it hard for me. You, you’re making it hard to breathe. So, call me up.
Talk slow. I’ll tell you what I can’t show. With arching backs and curling toes, I can make you believe I’m there.
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Oils, and stokes, but no brushes needed—we paint a picture so we can read it out loud and free each other now. We speak low, and keep a smooth pace; I can hear the look on your face. Let’s do it again.
4. Remember When ft. Holly Henry
You wake up in the morning, and you hear his voice; he’s on the phone in just in the other room. You only like to sleep in his worn out shirts; they’re always soft and smell just like him too. You tiptoe to the kitchen and the coffee’s on—your favorite mug already at its side.
[Chorus] And I remember when we were just like that.
Hey, Little Lover, darling, don’t you cry. You’ll be alright in just a few more days. He’s not that far down the interstate, yet still you toss and turn yourself awake. It’s goodnight calls from a 3-star room—a bitter beer to calm your nerves again.
And I can’t stop the way we used to be. It lives on in broken history now.
You wake up in the morning, and you hear his voice; he’s on the phone in just the other room. He loves you strong and he loves you well; he proves it more than I ever did myself, and someday soon, I know you’ll take his name, and I’ll be there still loving you the same.
5. All In Our Hands
Sing low, sing low. We’re quieting the night of thunderous prose, cause we stole. We stole the sunlight from the sky, and, now, we know. Within our skin is only desire of lofty hearts that only aspire to follow in what we are and what we always knew in our own.
[Chorus] So, come along tonight. Let’s take it to them loud as bombs explode, cause we both know it’s right. We’re running down the only road we know—and it’s all in our hands. It’s all in our hands. It’s all in our hands. It’s all in our hands.
We cry, we fight sometimes when we’re alone, but we’re just scared. It’s alright, it’s alright. We’ll take our chances now cause we feel warmth, and what we’ve been is well-treated liars who brace against the will of a fire to save our rain—some of all, but we always knew in our own.
6. The Inbetween
I still got the scratches from our last goodbye. You stormed out the front door, my pride on the floor, and with tears in your eyes. You left in a hurry, and they say that, “Time flies,” but it seems like forever, and you say you need more than, “I promise. I’ll try.”
[Chorus] ‘Cause bold are the lies we believe in to quiet our minds when convincing ourselves under reason of a terrible kind. Now, we’re at it again, spitting fire to defend who we are—and, all the while, we’re just praying we don’t fall apart.
I’m setting the table—two places, tonight. I’ll do what I must to make you say, “It was just another senseless fight.” I can’t say I blame you. My problem’s severe, and if I could do it again, I would send you a letter saying to run away from here.
2x [Bridge] Even when it grows through love and all the inbetween, keep it when it flows above the fall within our dreams. (Keep it up)
All words and music written by Jamison Murphy ©2015